poetry in September

Raining is coming down the street,
poring purple green and grey...
One lone boy longing for a chat
simply flown down in these September day....

The road paint in red,
my heart tumbbled and meek...

Brucilo in su, per favore
sono aspetto per il sostro punzone....
bakar hatiku tolong...
aku nak siap terima celotehmu...

whigger's tale

Oo dunno no swampy New Orleans...
breech ur rickety boom trombone n sax,
no longer happens iat this jazzie old town...
vanished, vanished, vanished....
never know why till September ends....

Gee lady,
rappin day no more
for my last paradise were torn to pieces....
nice to meetyaa....
We Indonesians still have Dangdut to gab.

Do you agree??